Silver Hammer
A silver hammer lies with its head down
in a corner
I pick it up
Realizing it's the size of a sledgehammer
The silver glitters in the sun
This weapon seems magical
Someway, somehow
Walking along
Walking with it over my shoulder
I know it's going to serve a purpose
One way or another
On my travels
poem by Justin Gildow
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